The Occasional Kidnaping Chapter 1
by Aldric

Copyright 2007 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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This story is entirely fictional.  No animals were harmed in
the writing of this story.  The creation of this story did
not contribute (greatly) to global warming.  It is intended
for adults only.  You can send comments or constructive
criticism to pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com

This story has been copyrighted by the author.  

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may
include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. 
Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as
such. 
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The Occasional Kidnaping Chapter 1

"You know, I think I have a way worked out to keep the wind
off the back of the fort and still let us look out," Heather
said.

"Yeah, it's called a window.  Except your mom said no glass
in the tree house, remember?"

Heather and Candice had each just moved into the area and
they had become best friends.  They were both thirteen; in
fact their birthdays were only two days apart.  And both of
them were tomboys, preferring to build a tree house instead
of hanging out at the mall.  They had spent their own money
to buy good lumber and with some advice from their moms they
had built a perfect tree house.  It was supported by three
trees and the main floor was six feet above ground level,
but a second floor and various decks extended out and into
the trees.  They alternated between calling it a tree house
and a fort.

"I know, but if we can get some acrylic it would work almost
as well."

"You can't see through that stuff.  It lets light in, but
everything is blurry.  Good idea though, just not good
enough.  We'll have to come up with something else." 
Candice suddenly stopped walking.  "Did you hear that?"

She and Heather stood quietly until they heard the sound. 
It was someone calling out for anyone around.  "I think
that's Eric," Heather said.  "It's coming from over by the
fort and it sounds like he's hurt."  She and Candice took
off running.

Eric was Heather's eleven-year old brother and even though
Heather thought he was a pest at times he had put in just as
much sweat in building the fort as the girls, and he had
contributed the same percentage of his allowance and savings
to purchase the materials.  That meant that both of the
girls considered him a full partner and he had as much right
to be at the fort as they did.

The first thing either girl noticed was their fort, most of
which was lying in a heap on the ground.  Then they saw
Eric.  His hands were tied above his head to what used to be
a support beam.  His shirt and pants were missing and four
strings had been tied to holes cut just below the elastic
band on the front and back of his briefs.  The strings were
tightly tied along with his hands such that his briefs were
pulled up over his belly button, forcing him to stand on his
toes to escape the pain of the wedgy.  A yellow stain
covered the front of his briefs.  Candice held him up while
Heather climbed up and untied the ropes.

"What the happened?  Who did this to you?" Heather asked.

"I don't know who they were, but they called each other
Alberto and Conner."  Eric was fighting back tears.  "They
were wreaking the fort when I got here and I tried to stop
them.  They tried to make me help knock it down, but I
wouldn't and I punched one of them.  So they tied me up and
started tickling me and said they would keep it up until I
cooperated."  He paused and looked down at the ground. 
'They made me piss my pants," he said quietly.

He paused for a second before continuing.  "Then they pulled
my pants off and gave me a wedgy and made me watch while
they finished wreaking the fort."

"You shouldn't have punched them.  Did they hit you back?

Eric was losing the fight to keep from crying.  "No.  But
they had a chain saw!  I had to do something to stop them."

Candice had found his shirt and pants and gave them to Eric. 
"Shit, my pants are still wet," Eric said as he put them on. 
The tears were still rolling down his cheeks.

"Don't swear," Heather said.  "We'll tell mom just what
happened and she'll take care of it."

"No she won't.  You know what mom says; nothing happens to
juveniles unless they've been in trouble before.  And even
then probably nothing will happen!"  Their mom was a police
officer.  Their dad had been too but cancer had ended his
life ended shortly after Eric was born.

"That can't be right," Candice said.  "They can't just cause
all this damage and get away with it."

"Actually, Eric is probably right.  Unless they're like
sixteen or more the police can't do much.  They won't arrest
them for throwing eggs or smoke bombs or other stuff that
damages houses so they for sure won't arrest them for
knocking down a fort."  Heather and Candice were surveying
the damage.  All three support beams had been cut with the
chain saw and there was a lot of other minor damage.  It
would be salvageable, but new 4x4 beams would be needed and
they'd have to take apart the entire fort in order to get it
back up off the ground.

"But your mom could arrest them, couldn't she?"

"Conflict of interest," Eric and Heather said together. 
"She wouldn't work on anything that involved us, she'd give
it to another cop to investigate in order to keep from being
biased," Heather explained.  "And other than take Eric's
statement and speak to the kid's parents, there wouldn't be
anything else done.  Unless their parents got involved it
would end at that point.  Maybe they would do something for
pantsing Eric, but since he punched one of them it's just as
likely that he would get in trouble as them."

"That sucks.  So we're just out of luck?  We have to come up
with the money and start over?"

"Why bother, they'd just come back and destroy it again,"
Eric said.  "We should get them back somehow."

"I think we should tell mom what happened," Heather said. 
"Even if nothing happens maybe they would leave it alone
once they find out mom is a cop."

"No; it'd make it worse except they'd only come by when we
weren't here.  You guys are plenty smart, let's think up a
plan to make them leave us alone."

Heather looked at Candice, who nodded in agreement.  "Look,
I still think we should tell mom.  If we start down this
path, we can't go back later and change our mind and tell
her.  We either do it now or not at all.  And if we get
caught getting back at them then we own up to it and take
our punishment because we know right now that it's the wrong
thing to do."

"Okay with me.  We won't get caught if the plan is good
enough," Eric said, his tears ended.

"I'm in too," Candice said.  'How old were these guys?"

"Not really a lot.  Fourteen I think.  Why, you afraid of
them?"

Heather knew that her little brother wasn't afraid of
anything.  Big kids, big roller coasters, scary movies; none
of it ever seemed to bother Eric.  But it was the first time
Heather had seen him cry in years so she knew how much these
two boys had upset him.

"We'll need to find out a lot about them," Heather said. 
Mom will be home by the time we get there so we'll need a
story for why you pissed your pants.  I'm thinking we just
tell her Candice started acting like a girl and that scared
you."

"Up yours," Candice said with a smile.  "You guys can come
to my house and wash them if you want.  But I don't have any
clothes that will fit Eric."

"What, you think I'm afraid to be seen naked?  It's you who
should be scared.  Mine's probably the biggest one you've
ever seen."

"What, your mouth?  I'm sure it is," Heather said with a
smile.

Once they got to Candice's house Eric's sense of modesty
overcame his boasting and he wouldn't let the girls have his
clothes until he was done taking a shower and was wrapped in
a big towel.  While Eric's clothes were washing they began
making a plan.

They spent two weeks studying the two boys.  Alberto was
fourteen and Conner was thirteen.  The girls made Eric stay
home so they wouldn't recognize him while they followed the
two boys around.

They quickly learned their habits, including the fact that
they went swimming in the stream many afternoons.  One day,
while Conner and Alberto were swimming, Candice quickly
grabbed their pants and went though the pockets.

"Good, they both have original keys instead of copies," she
said as she wrote down the numbers on the keys.

"What difference does that make?  You've got the keys, let's
just take them."

"No, if we take the keys then they will know somebody stole
them and maybe their parents will change the locks.  But all
I need now is who made the lockset.  With that and the key
number my mom will have a master key from which I can make
my own copies."  Candice's mom and dad owned their own lock
smith business.  They had taught Candice a lot about the
trade hoping she'd take over the business when she was
older.

Two days later they had keys that Candice said had better
than a fifty-fifty chance of working.

"Why only fifty-fifty?  I thought from the number you could
make a copy?"

"I can, but every key can be cut slightly different.  I may
have to file them down in spots to make them fit the locks. 
But the keys are close enough that it shouldn't take too
much to get inside.  We should try them out before we need
them."  Their plan was nearly finalized at this point.

"Okay, you guys realize a lot can go wrong.  If we blow it
on the initial entry and get caught we could get arrested
for breaking and entering," Heather said.  You do understand
that we can get into some serious trouble with this plan,
don't you?

"You mean we could get in trouble for going into their house
but they would get off after destroying our tree house?"

"A tree house isn't the same as breaking into a real house. 
By the way, if our plan works, how do we transport them to
the tree house?  With them gagged and handcuffed people are
sure to notice and somebody may interfere."

Eric came up with the answer.  "The same way you got the
lumber there.  You use the trailer behind the ATV and just
haul them out."

"Yeah, but even in the trailer it would be kind of obvious. 
We need some better method."

"No we don't be stupid," Eric said.  All you need is the
right packing material."  He explained his idea and the two
girls loved it.

Alberto was still sound asleep having a pleasant dream when
he felt his mom roll him over on his back.  He began to wake
up as his mom put something hard and cold on his right
wrist.  He came completely awake when the same coldness
encircled his left wrist and closed with a distinctive
sound.  But it was already too late because before he could
move a pillow case was pulled over his head and he was
dragged out of bed.  He could feel fingers over the pillow
case on his head and when they found his mouth they were
quickly replaced with a round object that was forced through
the cover and partially into his mouth.  He could hear the
sound of duct tape being wrapped around his head.

He was aware that his dick was still hard as the dream he
had been enjoying just a few minutes ago faded.  It had been
hot in his room last night so all he was wearing was a pair
of boxers.  He was lifted and dragged to the side and then
rolled sideways several times.  The light that filtered
through the cover over his eyes went black.  He knew he was
being kidnapped but didn't understand why.  His dad didn't
have much money.

He could tell he was being dragged through the house and
then heard his door closed.  He was dumped onto something
hard and could feel ropes tying him down.  A motor started,
not like a car's motor but more like a motorcycle.  That
didn't make sense but nothing about this morning's events
made any sense.  He tried to call for help but could only
make some muffled noises.  His world was dark and all sounds
coming in to his ears were muffled and indistinct.

Candice was amazed at how well Heather's plan had worked. 
They had used the key to Alberto's house twice; once when
nobody was there to make sure it worked and to learn their
way around and once to watch Alberto's daily routine.  They
knew what time Alberto's mother left and what time he
normally woke up and they had an hour between those two
times.  With Alberto asleep, putting the cuffs on had been
easy.  And now they had him rolled up in a carpet and tied
to the trailer as they headed towards the destroyed tree
house where Eric would be nervously waiting for them.

The only tight spot came when a patrol car drove by and
waved for them to stop.  "You girls haven't been stealing
stuff from the construction, have you?" the officer inside
asked.

"No sir.  We got this from Carpet World; a Ms. Weller gave
it to us.  Here's her card, please call and check on our
story if you like," Candice said.  She could say it with
confidence because every word was true.

My mother's a police office," Heather said.  "Officer
Darlene Williams, badge 60701.  If we ever got caught
stealing it would be bad for her career and even worse for
my rear end.  Everything we used to build our tree house we
obtained legally and with our own money.  My mom will attest
to that."  Heather kept the motor running on the ATV so that
the office would not be able to hear any muffled yells from
their real cargo.

"Oh, yeah, I know your mom.  You must be Heather," the
officer said.

"This is my best friend Candice.  My brother is waiting for
us at the tree house."  Heather had told Candice that under
no circumstances should they tell a lie.  The cops could
smell a lie from a mile away.  "We're pretty careful about
following the law; my mom makes sure of that.  We just
participate in the occasional kidnapping and stuff like
that."

The officer laughed.  "Sorry to slow you down.  You two be
careful and don't get hurt working out there alone.  I've
heard you've done a spectacular job with it; when you're all
done building it I'll have to come and see it for myself." 
He drove off as Candice and Heather waved.

"God, I was so scared.  But you were right; as long as
everything we said was true we were fine.  But did you need
to tell him we kidnapped someone?"

"But we did, it was the truth.  And remember, if this
doesn't play out right and we get caught we discussed this
and we knew before we started that it was kidnapping.  And
Eric was never part of the plan."  Heather put the ATV into
gear and continued the trip to the fort.  They had to dump
Alberto off and then go after Conner.  And Conner would not
be as easy since he would already be awake.

Eric was waiting for them and the three of them worked
without saying a word.  A leather strap was put on each of
Alberto's wrists and a rope tied to the strap.  With Heather
holding onto one rope and Candice the other Eric unfastened
the handcuffs and Heather and Candice immediately pulled
Alberto's arms above his head and tied them off.  They
gathered up the stuff they would need to capture Conner and
took off, leaving Alberto under the watchful eyes of Eric. 
They knew Conner's schedule and hoped the plan worked as
easily on him as it had on Alberto.

Conner finished his breakfast in front of the TV.  When his
show ended and he switched it off and put his dishes in the
kitchen.  He dropped the sweat pants he slept in and thought
about putting on his bathing suit but decided it was a waste
of time.  Nobody was home but him and the hedge around the
pool provided complete privacy.  He slid open the door that
lead from his bathroom to the pool area open and stepped
out.

There was a sudden movement from his left side and as he
turned to see what it was a bright flash went off in his
face.  The flash was followed almost immediately by another. 
He could hear the sound a flash camera makes as it charges
and immediately wished he wasn't naked.  It was supposed to
be safe here; you needed a house key to get the gate open,
and even his best friend Alberto didn't have a key.  But
someone had just taken two flash pictures of him which left
him temporary blind.

He felt something slip over his body.  He tried to move his
hands but he could feel a net enclosing them.  The net was
pulled tight around his waist, trapping his hands.  Then
something was pulled over his head.  All he could see now
was the bright spots in his eyes from the flash.

"Hey, let me…" he started until something was forced into
his mouth and taped in place.  He was pulled sideways and
down and then rolled into something that made it dark and
blocked his hearing.  Then he was lifted up.  He could hear
the sound of the gate closing as he was dragged away from
the deck.

"Oh my god, I'm being kidnapped," he thought without
understanding why or by whom.  He tried to yell out but all
he could make was grunts.  Outside sounds were muffled, but
he could hear a motor start up as he was dumped on his back.